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Do you ever forget your dreams? You think you’re following them, but you get so wrapped up in whatever you’re doing that you forget what it felt like to love that thing and that dream. And then you see someone … Continue reading →

What could this thing be that’s called practicality? Could you tell its boundaries to me? Is it, perhaps, a disease of some sort? It’s infected many, they report. . And what is this thing that’s turned ever so many Away … Continue reading →

Autumn—by Emily Dickinson The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest … Continue reading →